After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

The cold wind kept blowing snow particles, sticking to the girl's cheeks and brows, and under the bonfire in the cold night, that little face looked more pitiful and pitiful.

Wei Ling's heart was about to melt.

He remembered that Xiao Zi was the most squeamish and loved to cry when she was young, but since Xiao Zi came home last year, she has never cried. He only thinks that the experience of living abroad for 12 years has tempered her will, although for her tough heart And proud, but at the same time feel sorry for her.

Tonight, she suddenly cried and found herself to express her grievances. In a trance, the baby girl who loved to act like a baby came back again.

Wei Ling held Wei Zi's hand tightly: "You tell Dad how they bully you!"

Xiao Fengxian stood outside the tent with folded arms: "Yo, now he looks like a father."

If the yin and yang are strange, the agitated Wei Ling is very irritable.

He turned his head and stared at Xiao Fengxian viciously as a warning, and quickly eased his expression when he turned to Wei Zi: "Daddy has always been Daddy, as long as Daddy is here, he will never let Xiaozi suffer wronged."

Wei Zi hiccupped and complained aggrievedly: "After the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, Daddy was taken to drink by his colleagues. I thought you would eat until midnight. It's so cold in the middle of the night. I'm afraid My father was freezing, so I went back to the camp to get a cloak and wanted to send it to my father, but my mother and aunt suddenly called me to Guanshantai. I went to have a look, and then I realized that they wanted me to fill in the house for the son of Honglu Temple , that man is 30 years old this year, has no fame, was widowed the year before last, and has two sons under his knees. I refused, and my mother and aunt scolded me desperately..."

Her voice has always been soft and waxy.

When she cried, the ending sound was long and mellow, making her more pitiful.

Wei Ling's heart was broken by her crying.

His precious daughter has only been home for less than a year. Every morning and evening, she pays tribute to her mother for him. She also personally embroiders some quiver bags, sachets, boots and other things for him during festivals. She is his very caring little girl. The padded jacket is the jewel in his palm that he has owed for 12 years.

He was not able to accompany her through the time when she was young, and he also missed her cardamom years.

He already owed a lot, but now Ziyu wants to marry her to such a fool!
He had already had a drink, but now he was so angry that his face was flushed with smoke, and he said sharply: "How dare they two! I have already said that your aunt is stupid and short-sighted, and told your mother to keep her company. If you don’t listen! I’ll settle accounts with them!”

He strode aggressively into the wind and snow.

Wei Zi was about to follow, when Xiao Fengxian took her hand from behind.

The youth's hands were rough but warm.

Wei Zi looked back, her peach blossom eyes were still full of tears.

Xiao Fengxian untied her black cloak and put it on her shoulders, took a paper umbrella from Nan Zhu, and said softly: "It's snowing heavily, I'll go with you."

His sister-in-law's tears were contained freely, but even knowing that she was probably acting in front of Wei Ling, he still couldn't restrain his heartache.

Besides, he also wanted to spend more time with her.

There was a layer of snow on the ground, and it creaked when stepped on.

The glazed palace lantern Wei Zi was carrying swayed slightly, stretching the shadows of the two of them in the snow very long.

She lowered her head, her gaze was always on the overlapping shadow of her and Xiao Fengxian.

He has grown up and is considered a grown man.

Compared to when he was in Lingzhou, he is much taller than her...

Thinking of this, she didn't watch out for her feet slipping, and she fell forward in a state of embarrassment——

However, a big palm wrapped around his waist in time.

"Sister-in-law be careful."

Xiao Fengxian's voice was deep and magnetic.

The snowy night was mildly cold, and Wei Zi breathed the fragrance of cedar from the mountains and forests, occasionally mixed with the biting breath of Xiao Fengxian beside him.

She raised her eyelids, Xiao Fengxian smiled on her thin lips, and her fox eyes reflected the golden lights of two clusters of palace lanterns, there was a seductive and enchanting beauty in this moment.

She subconsciously avoided his staring gaze, lowered her peach blossom eyes, and said softly, "Thank you."

Xiao Fengxian was having fun.

It was annoying that this woman was always being so polite to him.

The fine snow fell.

There is no one here, and the wind is steep.

Xiao Fengxian tilted her head, and suddenly leaned her head close to the girl's ear, whispering ambiguously like a ghost: "Sister-in-law's waist is still as soft as ever."

For a moment, Wei Zi was in a trance, suspecting that he had auditory hallucinations.

When she saw the teasing smile in the young man's eyes, she knew that it was not an auditory hallucination just now, but that this man's flirtatious problem had flared up again.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she brushed his hand away: "People outside have a lot of miscellaneous eyes, second brother is self-respecting."

Xiao Fengxian raised her eyebrows: "You mean, you can't do it when there are people, but you can do it when there are no one?"

A thin layer of sweat broke out from the palm of Wei Zi holding the lantern, and he lowered his head and dared not look at him: "Of course it can't be done when no one is around..."

As he was talking, the flames of a lantern suddenly appeared in front of him.

Seven or eight dudes just came back from a banquet at Jiaodaichang, drunk to the point of intoxication, and were staggered to and fro by the servants to help them walk towards the camp.

One of them laughed drunkenly and said, "You don't know, do you? I'm going to marry the eldest daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo who just found her. It seems to be called Wei Zi or something. I haven't seen it at the banquet, but I heard that Said she was a peerless beauty!"

"Brother Zhang is so lucky!"

The other dudes complimented each other.

After being drunk, someone yelled again: "How did I hear that Wei Zi was married?! He has been fucked by others, don't you think Brother Zhang doesn't like it? Women who have been married are all broken shoes, we can't Pick up what others don't want!"

"So what about broken shoes, she is the jewel in the palm of Duke Zhen! If Brother Zhang marries her, will he still worry about his future?!"

“就是！破鞋又如何，大不了娶回家扔在那里就是了！”张文泓得意洋洋，“若是不听话，我就揍她一顿，保管她不敢管着我！我娶的是镇国公府The power of her is not her broken shoe!"

"Brother Zhang is mighty!"

They let out a big greasy laugh.

Xiao Fengxian brushed the fine snow off her shoulders, stared at the oncoming person, and sneered in a low voice: "Hey, this is the house that my aunt carefully selected for my sister-in-law?"

Wei Zi frowned, with a very embarrassed face: "Even you have to laugh at me."

She knew that Zhang Wenhong was not a good man, but she didn't know that he was so unbearable.

Xiao Fengxian said slowly: "Sister-in-law, I know that most of the marriages of women in the world are based on the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers. You have been taught since childhood to regard humility and obedience as a virtue. You can't choose your husband and son-in-law, let alone disobey the orders of the elders in your family.

"I also know that you are locked in the backyard of the deep house. Even if you get married, it is just going from one deep house to another. If you are lucky, you may be able to marry your beloved and grow old together. If you are unlucky, then It's a locked house and you died in depression. Your mother knew that the Zhang family was a fire pit but still pushed you into it, and it was her fault that you were in such an embarrassing situation. So, I will not laugh at you, I will only feel sorry for you you."

Wei Zi was stunned.

She looked at Xiao Fengxian, but saw the young man handing her the paper umbrella, facing the oncoming thin snow, walking towards the group of dudes alone.